far off the charts
somewhere with vines
& wet earth.
I want the sun
stifled in mist,
broken to
bars
illuminating-
leaves gulping,
chiming a paradise
with no face
on repeat.
unabridged skies
& meticulous cloud formations,
heart emptied
to make room for the moment
between fleeting
breaths.
I have driven hours
to find the
expression
of Love,
some Divine heart's
grace
tided to earthly hiccups
infallible.
surely this city can wait.
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